vexationinternal voidmy dreams are gettingdarker and darkerthis light before meits blood runs so stillthe call of the birdthe song that makes the hours go

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dim my lightsone by onethe sordid palebroken runconfined in escapeon burnt grassbelow the crestlier in wait for the endingonly oncecould i see clearmy dreams are getting darker and darkerthis life before meits blood runs so stillcall of the birdsongs that make the horus go